Gnarly
(Yeah)
(We gonna catch ya-)
(We gone, keep it)
(Uh-huh, this shit look like woah-oh)
(Uh-huh- uh-huh-huh-)
She said that she love me, she just wanna dub me, she don't wanna cuff me yeah
Whole gang livin' so lucky, diamonds so busty, look at yo bitch she's crusty
Swear to god you want static, gonna let ya have it, sending out shots bring caskets
White hoes so dramatic, should've never had it, why she wanna make it happen
Said you got money but you wish bro
Fuck going industry, I go distro
I'm blowing up like a pistol (yeah)
Your gang runnin' out of gas like dispos
Sliding eight deep like Crisco (yeah)
Said you got money you're holding a fistful
I'm pepped up like Bismol
They said "Markey hype the crowd like it's his show"
Acting like 12 yeah you act like police
We up in MN who hotter than me
Pull up with sticks Harry Potter with me
Finish my show then I'm poppin' a bean (yeah)
Bitch I'm geeked out like it's ADHD
Yo bitch leaving you she unbothered with me
Talking like you got a problem with me
Chanel-ly on me bitch I'm rockin' with C's
Yo bitch told you that she was gone for a week but she back at my crib and I'm grabbin' her cheeks (yeah)
Talk to the beat like I'm mofuckin' pissed off
She in my whip making Tiktoks
Bulova on me a band for my wrist watch, yeah
Bitch I'm a shark you the fish though
They used to dub me I'm checking the list off, yeah
Shoot on these bitches like Chris Paul
She said that she love me, she just wanna dub me, she don't wanna cuff me yeah
Whole gang livin' so lucky, diamonds so busty, look at yo bitch she's crusty
Swear to god you want static, gonna let ya have it, sending out shots bring caskets
White hoes so dramatic, should've never had it, why she wanna make it happen
Who the fuck said you came with us, aye
Lil' bro you ain't with us
Better come give that payment up, yeah
These bitches so fake for what
Like how many pills did I take, for what
Them 808s make the ground shake, like what
Melo run down and you gave it up
You hop on the 'gram and you make shit up (it up)
Told her I don't do that date shit, all my cards aces, I'm feeling faceless, fuck
Everyone sayin' I'm changing, Rocking them stages flippin' that shit like the Matrix
ES I'm whipping like races, oxy I'm painless, Diamonds on all of my faces, yeah
Can't the pack cause you laced it you saw the stick now you evaporated, yeah
Yo shit is too overrated, yeah
Bitch I cannot even play it, yeah
Yeah I'll be the one to say it (I'll be the one, I'll be the one)
Oh, (bitch, bitch)
(We gonna catch ya-)
(We gone, keep it)
(Uh-huh, this shit look like woah-oh)
(Uh-huh- uh-huh-huh-)
She said that she love me, she just wanna dub me, she don't wanna cuff me yeah
Whole gang livin' so lucky, diamonds so busty, look at yo bitch she's crusty
Swear to god you want static, gonna let ya have it, sending out shots bring caskets
White hoes so dramatic, should've never had it, why she wanna make it happen
Said you got money but you wish bro
Fuck going industry, I go distro
I'm blowing up like a pistol (yeah)
Your gang runnin' out of gas like dispos
Sliding eight deep like Crisco (yeah)
Said you got money you're holding a fistful
I'm pepped up like Bismol
They said "Markey hype the crowd like it's his show"
Acting like 12 yeah you act like police
We up in MN who hotter than me
Pull up with sticks Harry Potter with me
Finish my show then I'm poppin' a bean (yeah)
Bitch I'm geeked out like it's ADHD
Yo bitch leaving you she unbothered with me
Talking like you got a problem with me
Chanel-ly on me bitch I'm rockin' with C's
Yo bitch told you that she was gone for a week but she back at my crib and I'm grabbin' her cheeks (yeah)
Talk to the beat like I'm mofuckin' pissed off
She in my whip making Tiktoks
Bulova on me a band for my wrist watch, yeah
Bitch I'm a shark you the fish though
They used to dub me I'm checking the list off, yeah
Shoot on these bitches like Chris Paul
She said that she love me, she just wanna dub me, she don't wanna cuff me yeah
Whole gang livin' so lucky, diamonds so busty, look at yo bitch she's crusty
Swear to god you want static, gonna let ya have it, sending out shots bring caskets
White hoes so dramatic, should've never had it, why she wanna make it happen
Who the fuck said you came with us, aye
Lil' bro you ain't with us
Better come give that payment up, yeah
These bitches so fake for what
Like how many pills did I take, for what
Them 808s make the ground shake, like what
Melo run down and you gave it up
You hop on the 'gram and you make shit up (it up)
Told her I don't do that date shit, all my cards aces, I'm feeling faceless, fuck
Everyone sayin' I'm changing, Rocking them stages flippin' that shit like the Matrix
ES I'm whipping like races, oxy I'm painless, Diamonds on all of my faces, yeah
Can't the pack cause you laced it you saw the stick now you evaporated, yeah
Yo shit is too overrated, yeah
Bitch I cannot even play it, yeah
Yeah I'll be the one to say it (I'll be the one, I'll be the one)
Oh, (bitch, bitch)
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Writer(s): Marcus Adams
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